Dreaming of You and Me & The Tick-Tock Between You and Me

Nora explained she had to make all of her calls on what the other
teachers called Signal Hill—the one high spot on campus that got cell service.
“I didn’t wake you again, did I?”

Darby glanced at the clock. It was after midnight. She should be
asleep, but instead she was knee-deep into her work. “No, I’m just finishing up
some files.”

“You need some balance.”

Darby rolled her eyes, even though no one was around to see. “Did
you seriously call me to deliver a lecture?”

“No, I called to talk about Cole.” Nora paused. “Oh geez, even his
name sends shivers down my back.”

“Does he know how you feel?” Darby saved her files and shut down
her computer, plunging the room into darkness. She’d started working in the
daylight, but now without the computer’s glare, only the moon and stars shining
through the window provided light. It took a moment for Darby’s eyes to adjust to
the gloom and her mind to transition from her work to her friend.

“Are you crazy?” Nora squeaked. “No one can know…it’s so twisted.”

“He’s not your brother,” Darby insisted. She switched the phone to
speaker so she could slip out of her clothes.

“I know. You are so right. I’m thinking about hiring a private
investigator.”

“Or you could just talk to your dad. That would be a lot less
expensive.” Darby paused as memories of Nora in their high school P.E. class
made her smile. Back then, Nora had seemed like she was made of long wiggly
strings of spaghetti. Her parents hadn’t encouraged her in sports, or anything,
really, and therefore, Nora had about as much coordination as a baby giraffe. “Do
you even know how to play soccer?”

“I’ve spent the last few hours reading the rules and watching
soccer games online.” Nora provided a typical Nora-response. “I’ll be okay if I
can stay in the back corner. I think that’s called the left back person.”

Darby laughed and pointed her toes at the distant wall, wishing
she had someone to play soccer with. When was the last time she’d played
anything? It had to be before she’d started studying for the CPA exam. “Yep.
You’ll be great. But I gotta warn you, I don’t think a students’ versus
teachers’ game is going to be textbook.” She wanted to see this game. She also
wanted an excuse to see Chad. “Is Cole playing?”

“I think so. Maybe we could trip over each other, you
know--collide or something.” Nora sighed. “Forget I said that. What am I
thinking? I’m out of control. I’m so out of my league! I always had Blake! I
never had another boyfriend…and as far as I know, neither did he.”

“But now he does.” Darby’s thoughts wandered to Teddy, Blake’s new
boyfriend. Darby had known and been friends with Blake even longer than she’d
known Nora. The three of them had been inseparable in middle school and high
school. Unlike most teen couples, Nora and Blake didn’t mind being a threesome
and they’d never been into PDA. Mr. Klint, their high school sociology teacher,
had a theory about public displays of affection. “When a guy kisses a girl in
public, it’s exactly like a dog peeing on a plant to mark his territory,” he’d
said. It became a joke the three of them shared. If they spotted any couples
making out, Blake would heckle them and say, “Hey, get a toilet!” But looking
back, maybe Blake’s lack of sexual interest should have been a red flag.
Neither she nor Nora had ever suspected Blake’s homosexuality, and that hurt. Darby
often wondered how she could have been friends with someone for so long without
knowing what they were thinking or going through. She knew her mixed feelings
were nothing compared to Nora’s. And Blake’s, because he’d not only fooled
them, for a long time he’d probably also tried to fool himself.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” Darby said. “Why don’t I come up and
pretend to have a fling with Chad?”

“What? You would do that?”

“Sure, it’ll be fun. And it will prove to Cole that you aren’t
into Chad.”

“Do you want to do that?”

“Absolutely. Chad’s gorgeous.”

“But what’s he going to think?”

“I think he’ll be okay with it. Remember, he has a girlfriend, so
he’s completely safe.”

Nora dropped her voice back to a whisper. “You don’t want to lead
him on just for a gag. That would be mean.”

“It won’t be a gag, and I promise I won’t be mean.” Darby paused.
“But Jessica won’t like it if the staff at the school think he’s
fooling around, and he might not like them thinking he’s a cheater, either. I
don’t know, is this a bad idea?”

“Just come.”

“Okay. Maybe I could bring up Chelsea with me.”

“I would love that!”

“Great. I’ll check with her.”

“You’re the best,” Nora breathed.

“I know,” Darby said.

The blurb from Dreaming of You and Me

Nora Tomas’s search for her birth
mother brings her to Canterbury Academy. Getting a job is easy. Confiding in
the school’s owner, Irena Rowlings, is not. Once Nora meets Irena’s son, Cole, the
decision becomes even more complicated. Cole is literally the man of Nora’s nightly dreams, but has she been dreaming of him because he maybe her brother? She struggles
to remain friendly yet distant until she can uncover the mystery of her birth.

Cole is drawn to Nora even though
he’s certain she harbors secrets. What he fails to understand is how those
secrets will change his world, for better or for worse.

FROM CHAPTER TWO

She
felt his gaze upon her. Slowly, she turned, quickly her heart accelerated.
Tall, blue-eyed, sun-kissed blond, he looked like he should be carrying
surfboard instead of a stethoscope. He strode toward her, and she backed away—

Cole Rowling tore himself away
from his tablet when his phone buzzed with an incoming call. He smiled as he
answered. “Hey, mom, where are you today?”

“Mexico—so much adventure! I
can’t wait to tell you about it, but that’s not why I called.”

Only his mom would spend her much
deserved vacations rebuilding houses in earthquake riddled countries.

“What? Why? This other
applicant…she has an impressive academic and career background but absolutely
no teaching experience.”

“Are there other applicants?”

“Well, yes. But none of them can
match Lawson.”

“I can’t work with Lawson. Tell
me about Nora Tomas.”

Cole shuffled through the pile of
resumes and pulled out Nora’s. Just this morning, he had thought he should
could cancel the interview, but then he’d ended up buying her book instead. He
didn’t have any regrets. “Maybe you should come home,” Cole said. “I thought it
was decided…”

“Lawson is no longer a
consideration.” She sounded surprisingly firm.

“Okay. You want to tell me about
what’s going on?”

His mom cleared her throat and
launched into a description of her work with Habitat Rescue. Cole listened, but
after a while, his thoughts drifted back to the novel on his tablet. He had
only an hour until his interview with Nora Tomas. He hoped she was as adorable
as her book.

#

Cole Rowling gazed the pale blond
sitting across from him. She looked nothing like any president of a
multi-million dollar company he’d ever met. “Tell me, Miss Tomas, why would you
leave your position at Apex to teach at Canterbury?”

Nora blinked. She had amazing
light blue eyes, so translucent they reminded him of opals.

“I studied English literature in
college.”

Cole tore his gaze from hers to
glance back at her resume. “I see that. But then you went to Horn for your
MBA.”

“Yes, but that was my parent’s
idea. Literature is my first love.”

She twisted her hands in her lap.
A pink flush stained her cheeks. She looked nervous, but excited.

“We’re a small, private school.
You must understand we can’t even come close to matching your previous salary.”

Nora nodded. “I didn’t expect you
to.”

He frowned at her and tapped his
fingers on his desk. “You self-published romance novels a few years ago.”

She looked pleased and for just a
moment, she stopped twisting her hands. “Yes. It was…fun.”

“Fun?”

“I was bored.”

“You find running a multi-million
dollar company boring?”

She rolled her eyes. “You have no
idea. All those suits and ties worrying about falling profit margins.”

He laughed. “A lot of powerful
suits and ties send their daughters to Canterbury.”

“I know. But I also know you take
a handful of scholarship children as well…girls who are deserving of a second
chance, a new start.” Her voice warmed with passion. “I admire that.” She
rehearsed the school’s mission statement. “Compassion coupled with edification.
Canterbury cares.”

Cole flushed with warmth at her
words. He stared at her as if seeing her for the first time. She wasn’t just an
applicant for a job. She was something more. Something integral…but to what?

“I want to be a part of that,”
she added.

Flustered more by his reaction
than by her, Cole stood and held out his hand. “I have more candidates…” he
stuttered.

“I understand,” she said, taking
his hand.

“I’ll get back to you.” Her hand
felt small and soft in his own. Heat radiated up his arm.

“I’ll look forward to hearing
from you.”

Cole dropped her hand. “You
aren’t…” he cleared his throat. “You would need to work on getting your teaching
credentials.”

“I understand.”

But he didn’t think she did,
because he certainly didn’t.

#

NORA

This
is my brother, Nora
thought, holding his hand a little longer than necessary and liking the way his
flesh made hers tingle as if her body recognized their similar DNA. If she made
it to the second interview, she would probably get to meet her mother. Her real mother. A guilty sense of betrayal
flashed through her which she tried to quell but couldn’t ignore.

Mr. Rowling yammered about
credentials, the school’s reputation, class size, but all Nora could think
about was meeting her mom. It had been all she could think about for the last two
weeks—ever since Crystal had dropped her bombshell.

“Tell me, does Apex know of your
decision to leave?”

“I actually left the company about
a year ago,” she told him.

He raised his eyebrow, waiting.

“Apex was my husband’s—” she reddened
and corrected herself, “my ex-husband’s baby. It still is. Well, actually, he
also has another baby now.” A large,
hairy one. “I still collect a salary, but I’m no longer involved. It was a
mutual decision.”

“So you don’t need this
position.”

“Oh, but I do. Maybe not
financially, but not all needs are financial. Wouldn’t you agree?” He had the
warmest eyes. Nothing like her own, but green with flecks of brown that matched
his thick wavy hair. She had never had a sibling before, so she didn’t know if they
were supposed to look that much alike. She flashed him a smile and decided that
even if she didn’t get the job—and she really hoped that she would—just meeting
her brother had made the hour drive to
Oak Hallow worthwhile.